Chapter - 982 Jianghu in Japan

"You are not allowed to enter! Don't you know whose clubhouse this is? Do you even know the consequences of intrusion?"

A man in uniform was blocking the entrance to the garden.

Facing him were a group of men dressed like Japanese samurais, each of them clutching a katana. They looked fierce and ready to strike at the first sign of discord. At first glance, one could tell that they were hostile. However, it appeared that the owner of the clubhouse was no one insignificant. That was why even a lowly steward dared block these twenty-odd number of warriors with weapons.

"I don't care who runs this clubhouse! If you don't step aside, then don't blame me for what I'm going to do to you!"

"Drop your act! Let me tell you that the owner of this clubhouse is Mr. Aso! Do I need to elaborate on the power of Aso Organization?"

The steward looked haughtily at the gate-crashers as if by revealing his boss' name should scare them!

Bam!

The leader of the pack kicked the steward in the stomach.

He was unusually strong. With just one kick, the steward was sent stumbling three meters back, clutching his stomach, unable to get up!

"Let's go in!"

The leader signaled to his men and they barged.

"Who are you? Get out of the way! Don't block our exit!"

The moneybags in the garden were eager to leave but they were blocked by the samurais.

"You can leave after you leave all the artifacts you just bought! I guarantee that you will leave here unharmed!" The leader threatened, "If you refuse to cooperate, I can't guarantee that you will have at least one missing limb!"

"How dare you rob us in broad daylight? Do you have a death wish?!" one of the moneybags shouted. "Everyone, call your bodyguards! Let's show these fools that they've made a stupid mistake!"

"Okay!"

These group of moneybags never leave home without their bodyguards. So they all took out their phones and called their hired gun who had been waiting for them in the car.

The leader of the samurais did not attempt to stop them but looked comically at them, not even attempting to hide his smile.

"What is this? Why isn't he picking up?"

"No one answered my call either!"

"Me too… Me too…"

The moneybags were baffled. None of their bodyguards picked up!

The head samurai hooted with laughter, "Haha! Your bodyguards are just a bunch of paper tigers! We've already taken care of them before we came in!"

"What? How is that possible? They were all high-cost professionals! How could they be defeated?"

The moneybags could not believe their ears.

Their bodyguards were all either retirees of the Special Forces or underground boxers; on a normal day, a fight of one versus ten was child's play.

But today, they were thrashed!

"Chen… Chen Zhufeng! You are the one who invited us here! Explain what is going on here?!"

"Chen Zhufeng! Did you collude with these people to take back your artifacts after you've taken our Spiritual Stones?!"

"Chen Zhufeng! You are vile!"

The group of coddled moneybags cowered at this; they backed away from the door and started pointing fingers at Chen Xiaobei.

"What a bunch of retards!" Tanaka Tsuyoshi blasted. "If my master wants to take your Spiritual Stones, he would've already killed all of you at the beginning. Why would he spend half a day bargaining with you lot?"

Tanaka Tsuyoshi was a pinnacle ninja with pinnacle phase of True Nirvana stage. His combat power was as high as 50,000! To him, these moneybags and the group of samurais were nothing but a colony of puny ants. At Chen Xiaobei's command, Tanaka Tsuyoshi could, on his own, wipe them out at any moment.

"Everyone! Stay calm!" Amasa Hiko spoke up. "I believe that this had nothing to do with Mr. Chen. If I'm not mistaken, these men belong to Donchen Ittō-ryū."

"Don… Donchen Ittō-ryū? Mr. Amasa, you must be joking right? That is our country's most powerful sword faction!"

"Yeah! Why would Donchen Ittō-ryū wants to rob us?" a few of the moneybags questioned.

But most of them agreed with what Amasa Hiko.

"I think Mr. Amasa is right! Only the Donchen Ittō-ryū can beat all our bodyguards so effortlessly!"

"Yeah! It is only against the against the sword masters that our bodyguards wouldn't even have the chance to counterattack!"

"If they really are people from Donchen Ittō-ryū, doesn't that mean that we won't even have a chance to retaliate?"

"Duh! Without our bodyguards, how are we going to fight back?"

Their hearts hammered against their chest and their palms grew sweaty looking at the samurais with deference as one would look at their father.

"I won't repeat myself again." The lead samurai announced. "If you don't wish to lose a limb, put down your artifacts! If you follow my instructions, you can leave here safely!"

The moneybags wore a pained expression on their faces as if someone had punched them in the stomach.

Even the most affordable artifact cost them 3 Spiritual Stones. To a regular moneybag, this was already a very large sum. For them to give it up just like that was more painful than having their flesh cut off.

"Samurai Dono!"

One of the podgy moneybags was so rattled that he blurted, "These artifacts are useless to you! Why don't you rob Chen Zhufeng instead? He had just received 3,000 Spiritual Stones. Now that is something you guys need!"

The other moneybags started to nod, backing him up. "Yes! Yes! That's right! Rob Chen Zhufeng, not us! Chen Zhufeng has 3,000 Spiritual Stones…"

"I don't need you to tell me that!"

The lead samurai chuckled, his eyes filled with greed.

"That was why I brought my men here! As for the artifacts, I won't leave it just like that! Put them down and get out!"

"You…" Chen Xiaobei, who had kept quiet all throughout, suddenly spoke, "If you want to live, you better disappear from my eyes!"

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